"Military Envoy, have you eaten yet? Care for a bite?"
Changsun Bubai, who had recently started fasting after noon, had just been reading for a while in his sleeping tent when he saw Zhang San poking his head in tentatively, carrying a large food box in one hand and cradling a big jar of wine in the other.
Although Changsun Bubai felt that as a man in his middle years, and even somewhat elderly, he should exercise restraint and not eat so late, it was hard to decline the thoughtfully prepared delicacies brought by his subordinate.
"Alright then."
Zhang San chuckled, brought over a low table to set up on the bed, arranged the dishes, and poured the wine.
Seemingly worried that the dishes might have cooled down a bit, Zhang San also swiftly heated the bottom of the plates using his Fire Movement skills.
"Military Envoy, please enjoy!"
With a smile, Changsun Bubai nodded, picked up a chopstick-full of fish, tasted it, and said with a smile, "You're so considerate."
